Following hard on the heels of my
Lord, I let out a cry and He reached down His hand pulling me up from the mire.
As He wiped the tears from my eyes, I whined, “Lord, I want to follow you, but
the path is too difficult, it’s full of puddles and potholes, thorns and rocks,
far too many hardships! Isn’t there some other way, one less difficult? I’m so
tired, won’t you carry me?” His face was radiant, His smile blinding and as He
squeezed my hand He gently lifted me up and cradled me in His arms, softly whispering “yes, I am here always!”
Written by C.S. Bosse
Written by C.S. Bosse
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